Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195

The inn room we finally got to stay in after camping out the whole time was useless.

Because the sun had already risen while we were subduing the assassins and figuring out how to deal with them.

I couldn’t even properly use the bed, barely touched the food, and quickly left that place.

For now, we decided to escort the captured assassins to the Temple. The official justification was the crime of attempting to assassinate Samuel, a Holy Knight.

「I’ll call the Holy Knights.」

「It’ll be faster if you take them yourself.」

「Then will you wait for me?」

Wait, my foot. Assassins came after us, so we need to get out of here immediately.

Samuel probably didn’t really expect me to wait for him when he asked that question. Rather, he was curious whether there would be a place for him by my side when he returned.

I told him what he wanted to hear.

「You can find me wherever I am anyway. Go hand them over to the Temple. I won’t stop you from rejoining us.」

Samuel looked very displeased, but ultimately decided to follow my will. What else could he do if he didn’t comply…

I heard there was a Temple prison in a nearby area. Samuel left early in the morning, leading the assassins in a line.

However, we left one behind to dig into their backing, and that was the guy right in front of me now.

‘It’s fortunate this is a small village.’

If it had been a city or something, it would have been difficult to find such a secluded place. I glanced toward the village hidden by the bushes, then turned my gaze back.

The assassin was buried in the ground with only his head sticking out. Having received harsh training as an assassin, he was now barely breathing with an utterly exhausted face.

“Jeon, he’s still alive, right?”

“With this level of magic resistance, he can’t deflect my magic.”

Jeon had just demonstrated several spells to subdue this assassin without killing him.

“…”

Seeing that, I couldn’t help but admire his unexpectedly clean and powerful magic.

Honestly, when he said he was the Mage Tower Lord’s disciple, I was worried about the Mage Tower’s future, but it seems they don’t just pick anyone as a successor.

It seems skill is the top priority for becoming a Mage Tower Lord. I guess things like a weak disposition can be covered up with ability.

“But he looks like he’s about to die any moment.”

“I have the ability to keep him awake in this state for hours, so you don’t need to worry.”

When I looked at the assassin with concern, Jeon tensed his lips and lifted his chin slightly.

“He’s alive. Ask him anything you’re curious about.”

I chuckled at Jeon trying to act dignified and stared intently at the assassin.

‘How did assassins track me down when I’m using appearance-changing magic to alter my looks?’

Finding the answer to that question was easy. Because Jeon’s magic worked so well on the assassin.

The connection through which they found me was, in other words, Dura’han.

“Ah, Chechye…”

They were thinking of Dura’han and me in connection, and it seemed they had visited Chechye to get information about our party who had recently listened seriously to her words.

The description of my appearance was also provided by Chechye.

Then they probably tried to lure me by spreading rumors that Dura’han had appeared. Though I didn’t come to this village because of those rumors.

‘That troublesome hunter finally managed to trip me up this way.’

I roughly swept back my bangs and looked down at the assassin in front of me.

“I didn’t expect another person to listen to her words would appear.”

Jeon, who had his hand on the assassin’s head, muttered irritably.

He had openly grimaced when Chechye’s story came out of the assassin’s mouth.

“It couldn’t be helped since that hunter spread rumors everywhere that she saw Dura’han.”

“We should have silenced her when we came.”

Jeon’s words that burst out instantly were quite fierce. Inwardly admiring, I replied in an indifferent voice.

“You can say such scary things too?”

“You don’t think I only know illusion magic, do you?”

If he only knew illusion magic, how could he become the successor to the Mage Tower Lord?

I smiled and shook my head, then muttered in a voice mixed with sighs.

“It’s already too late to silence her.”

“What if more people like this increase?”

Jeon couldn’t hide his concern as he glanced at the assassin.

“At least the hunter named Chechye won’t be able to talk about me anymore.”

Speaking listlessly, I pressed my temple firmly. Perhaps because of the fact that an annoying tail had attached itself, a slight headache was rising.

“They wouldn’t have just left her alone, would they?”

“Ah…”

“More than that, we need to find out who commissioned these guys.”

Jeon nodded at my words. He activated mental magic for easy interrogation.

When Jeon activated magic and asked questions, the assassin answered obediently with a dazed face.

Though the magic had the disadvantage of short application time, since there were only a couple of pieces of information to find out, that part wasn’t a problem.

Sparkling magic wrapped around the assassin’s head. With the magic calmly deployed, Jeon asked questions about the client.

“Kugh…”

At the same time the assassin let out a weak groan, sharp sparks flew from Jeon’s hand. Jeon was startled and pulled his hand away.

Even after Jeon pulled his hand away, the sparks didn’t disappear from above the assassin’s head. The assassin, with only his head sticking out of the ground, rolled his eyes back and convulsed.

Then he soon foamed at the mouth and went limp.

“Damn.”

Jeon, who had been clenching and unclenching his hand, made a troubled expression. Jeon quickly brought his fingers to the assassin’s nape and clicked his tongue while shaking his head.

“A prohibition spell was triggered.”

“Prohibition spell?”

“Yes. It seems they cast a prohibition spell to prevent him from revealing information about the client. This kind of contract magic can’t be broken in the first place. Probably… it was magic that would impose sanctions just by thinking about information regarding the client.”

“Is he dead?”

“Yes.”

Well, it would be stranger not to cast such a prohibition spell when commissioning an assassination. I decided to quickly abandon any regrets.

Anyway, regarding the client, it wasn’t something I didn’t know and was trying to interrogate, but merely something I knew and was trying to get confirmation of.

“It’s fine. I roughly guess who it is.”

“Really?”

Jeon, who had been crouching to use magic on the assassin, stopped getting up and widened his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders toward him.

“If it’s someone who would hate me enough to want to kill me, it’s obvious.”

“Roam?”

Hearing the name that immediately popped out was somehow amusing. Even from Jeon’s perspective, Roam’s people must seem heartless and ruthless.

Seeing how he suspected them first without a moment’s hesitation.

Of course, I had initially thought of Roam too. Though I quickly ruled them out.

“Roam dislikes such flashy methods. If they were serious, they would have approached much more secretly.”

Rather than drawing me out by making false Dura’han sighting reports everywhere, they would have tried to track my movements and follow me as secretly as possible.

They would have approached meticulously so I wouldn’t know a tail was attached.

When I firmly denied it, Jeon immediately brought up another candidate.

“If not them, then surely that piece of trash bastard?”

Even though he didn’t mention a name, I understood who he was referring to. I stared at Jeon with bewildered eyes.

It seems like Jeon has been mixing in all sorts of curses whenever he refers to Maxel lately, or is that my imagination?

After a moment of silence, I asked in a calm tone.

“…Jeon, you do remember he’s the Crown Prince, right?”

“He’s the Crown Prince, but he’s still trash.”

That’s true.

Easily persuaded by Jeon, I decided to accept Jeon’s intense but appropriate expression.

Because Maxel being trash is an objective fact.

“Though he is trash, the assassins aren’t his doing. Maybe someone who would be by his side.”

Maxel assassinating me? He didn’t have the guts to do such a thing. Rather, if it’s someone who would show such tricks, it would be Lilia.

Lilia already had a history of sending Preshi to me. After all, the first time is difficult for anything, but the next time is easy, isn’t it?

“To attempt assassination only now, it’s quite late. If they had tried it in Roam, the success rate would have been much higher.”

Lilia is clumsy when she schemes without relying on prophecies.

In the first place, she was a woman who preferred to manipulate from behind the scenes, making her followers step forward of their own accord.

Assassinations and such matters were probably all handled by Preshi.

But he was killed by the Dura’han…

‘Still, she’s made up her mind to be ruthless in her own way.’

I turned around after mocking Lilia’s utterly clumsy scheming. It was to board the carriage and leave this place.

Jeon followed closely behind me and asked in a troubled voice.

“Why is she doing this?”

“Because I’m the Creator’s representative.”

Jeon didn’t seem to properly understand my answer.

I casually added an explanation for him.

“She thinks she’s the protagonist of this world. Her prophecy is a novel with herself as the main character. I’m the villainess in that novel, and the male lead is Maxel.”

“…She was completely insane?”

He shuddered and muttered as if talking to himself.

“A trash Crown Prince and his insane fiancée. I wonder if there’s any hope for this country. The nation will collapse soon.”

His voice was filled with sighs. Just from his words, it felt as if the Empire had already become a ruined nation.

Jeon let out a hollow laugh as if finding it absurd, then soon made an earnest request with a serious face.

“Even if the Empire falls, the Magic Tower won’t collapse. There are many rooms I can offer you, Lady Anelli. You can get there quickly from here too.”

Throughout the journey to the carriage, Jeon explained to me how safe the Magic Tower was from external threats, and how convenient and excellent its facilities were.

“Yes, it sounds like an amazing place.”

When I gave appropriate responses, he seemed excited, and his descriptions of the scenery became more detailed. His enriched vocabulary was filled with affection.

This was the first time I’d heard him speak about the Magic Tower in such detail, and I realized only now that he cherished the Magic Tower and its people dearly.

What was initially just endearing gradually became strange as I listened.

“…”

I looked at Jeon with subtle eyes before boarding the carriage. Fortunately, Jeon, who was describing the Magic Tower with an excited voice, didn’t seem to notice my mood.

“Sometimes when you look outside from the top floor in the morning, clouds are spread beneath your feet, you know? You’ll definitely be amazed when you see it.”

The Magic Tower was the place Jeon would return to. He had a place to go back to. There, people who cared for him would be waiting.

“I’ll definitely show you that scenery next time.”

“…Yes.”

I quietly nodded to Jeon, who was smiling brightly.

Though I actually don’t want to go there.

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